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I overidentify with the narrator, coffee notwithstanding. I want peace and quiet and absence of distraction. I even want to write a monograph. So, yes, the story hit pretty close to home. But in the vacillation between the satire of academia and the seriousness of intellectual pursuit (after all, the novel wants to send us a rather serious message), I somehow lost the point of it all. There's a pathos underneath the ridiculousness, and and the text just couldn't hit the right measure with me. That's not to say that I didn't enjoy it, but the fixations overstayed their welcome and I really struggled to reach the (devastating) end.